Forgotten Friendship | Genji x Reader

The accident

The Shimada home was quiet, meaning any movement would be heard by the guards. Sojiro was still awake, on the line with an important business partner. He sat back in his chair, reading over some papers in his hands.

"I'm sure that she will make a fine bride for Hanzo. He will be twenty in a few months and we may plan the wedding to take place after she turns eighteen."

"She is still unaware of this, Sojiro, I do wish to take this up with her before I-"

"Y/L/N enjoys spending time with my sons. I do not see her trying to fight this." Sojiro sat up straight. "Our blood lines together, they would not be stopped. Think of her and Hanzo's offspring. The ability to summon the spirit dragons, and the genetic ability to control the elements. They would be unstoppable, Kiero."

Kiero let out a sigh, "If you are sure. When should I expect the arrangement?"

"Hanzo's birthday. It will be a present for him to know of his future wife."

"Very well. I will make sure she knows nothing of it until then." Kiero looks at the time, "I must go, I have an early flight."

"Have a safe trip, Kiero."

Sojiro hangs up on his call, turning off his light to get himself ready for bed as well. Upon laying in bed, Sojiro felt a sharp pain in his chest. It wasn't until he looked up to see the red eyes of the woman above him.

"Talon sends it's wishessss" She hissed the last word, as if she was a snake. "SSSweet dreams, SSSojiro."

~

"Father!" Genji was the one to find him in his bed, covered in his own blood. "You can't leave. You were supposed to see me graduate."

Hanzo rested his hand on his brother's back. "I will be there for you, Genji. You must finish your studies. It is what he would have wanted."

Hanzo was surprisingly contained through everything. Needing to be strong for Genji was part of it. He wanted to know who did this to him, he wanted to end their lives as they did their fathers. "Kazue."

"Yes young master." One of the maid stepped forward.

"Please call the Y/L/N family. Kiero was meant to be leaving today but I believe Y/N and her mother are still here. Genji could use the distraction of spending time with Y/N."

"Yes young master." Kazue bows before running off to make a call.

"What of you, Anija?" Genji looked at him, tears staining his cheeks. "What will you do while I am with Y/N?"

Hanzo let out a sigh, "I must contact father's partners and see what I can do." Hanzo let go of his brother, "I must take over at once, less everything falls apart." 

Genji understood the urgency of Hanzo stepping up, though he wish he would have his brother for just a moment longer before he became his superior. 

~

"They just found him in his bed?"

Genji nodded his head, his hand in the grass. "No one knows what happened. It was all done in the middle of the night, there's been no trace."

You and Genji were sitting in the park. You mother had packed you both a light lunch and rushed you off to help Genji cope. Hanzo was invited, but he was already taking on his role of leader, younger than expected.

"I'm so sorry, father's going to be devastated, he just spoke to Sojiro last night. He left this morning under the impression that he and Sojiro had some deal they made."

"Perhaps on his return he'd be willing to speak of that call." Genji sighs, "Maybe we can learn more."

You nod your head, putting you hand lightly on Genji's. "Don't worry, we'll figure out who did this. In the mean time you can't let this keep you fro graduating."

"I know." Genji took a deep breath, "Hanzo said he would come in father's place, though I don't think he will have the time with all he is doing now."

You tilt his head up to look at you, a light smile on your face. "You need to do this for you, Genji. That diploma will help no one but you. While Sojiro would be proud, it would not benefit him. It will you, please remember that."

Genji nods his head before pulling you into a hug. "Thank you for being here for me, Y/N."

You return the hug, rubbing his bad in circles. "Anytime, Sparrow." The nick name Genji had accumulated from not only you, but his father, made his face feel warm as he smiled. "Or should I call you carrot?"

He pushed back from you, pouting, "I like the green."

You laugh, running fingers through his hair, "I do too, when you're in that orange outfit you look like a carrot."

He huffs, shooing your hand away before taking a bite of the food your bother made for you both. His eyes went to the sky, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to focus. He was going to finish school, he was going to walk that stage. He was going to make his father proud.

He was going to make himself proud.